This early morning, way before sunrise, I experienced something disturbing.
What happened would make for a very graphic story. One of those whose imagery is hard to forget.
But the reason of this writing is about something else:
Silence. Silence’s all-encompassing reach.
I felt that silence is the only right way to handle the aftermath. As if silence contained it all – the entire story, the pain, the inability to change anything, the heavy feeling of accidentally being part of something irreversible, the respect;
Silence as the way to atonement.